When in the translation of emotions all feeling is lost
When the wolf howls out of distress
and flowers no longer bloom
Where will you be?
When days are long and the nights longer still
and the moon no longer shines,
so darkness envelopes you like a shroud
Where will you be?
And you hear the plaintive wail of a mothers cry
for a lost or abandoned child
and all the rivers have run into dried out seas
Where will you be?
Then at long times lasting, you turn your eyes to me
to that vacant spot where you thought i would be
then i wonder where will you be?
When transgressions wear you down, and all hope has fled
and mortality stares at you from that empty place
Where do you think i will be?